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For your perception I weep tears, yet linger I will not
Your roots grown deep these many years - I fear by now they rot -
Soft silent echoes render forth a colored canvas’ warning.
Upon my soul, I’d like to know what new day will be dawning?by BearWoman 16 lines, 32 comments, on Jul 21 8:57 AM. In Sonnet, Reflections, The march of time, Iambic, Heptameter
